100 ways to say 'you're dead'.

Here you might say you've kicked the bucket',

Some might say you've breathed your last

Or maybe you've recieved your death warrant,

Or maybe that your soul has passed,

In ancient Greece you crossed the Styx,

Now, (for some reason) 'you've popped your clogs',

What is clear, by ex-girlfriends you won't be missed

Who curse your soul, hoping it went to the dogs-


Taking minutes with your Maker

Turning blue, growing graver,

Pushing daisies, passed away,

All of which, simply,  is to say:

You're kaput.

The End

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